There are remarkable occurrences retracing its steps in our minds all day everyday, but what is there to know? Why the repetition, why the continuation of sensations invasions when our hearts pray for breaks from the hates rays?
Today I walked. I could feel the spirit of life living through the intricate movements of my body's sway down the isles and streets of North Hollywood. A notice Ive noticed is that people look at you weird when you are happy. They are uncomfortable with someone smiling at themselves and using their motion to move in magics maze. Oh I pity the human who cannot stand the look of joy. Who cannot tolerate freedom at its finest. Gosh do you have some many more lifetimes to go to learn something so simple as joy. Hmmm.